Chapter 235 Undercover Under Me Ch2

• The car smells like old cigarettes and cheap takeout — a half-eaten burger box jammed under her boots, the back seat cluttered with folders and a long-lost radio that only crackles static when she tries to drown him out.
• She’s bored.Worse, she’s restless.Worse than that — she knows he can feel it.
• Detective Hartley sits in the driver’s seat like it’s a throne, one hand draped over the wheel, other drumming a slow beat on his thigh while he watches the abandoned warehouse across the street. Hours of nothing. Rain tapping the roof. Steam coiling from the vent where the heat’s broken but the windows still fog up just enough to hide the worst parts of bad ideas.